Zhou Ronghao's eyelids lifted slightly, staring at her unblinkingly.
He simply liked her, thought she was beautiful in every way, and had a nice temperament, without the temper of those rich young ladies, exuding gentleness from inside out.
Qin Jiaran felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at and turned her head to avoid it.
Zhou Ronghao tightened his grip on her wrist, "Come, sit."
Her dislike grew stronger. Actually, Zhou Ronghao looked good, and his family background was not bad either, but his personality was unappealing; he always liked to force her.
Just like now.
Seeing her standing still, Zhou Ronghao reached out to embrace her. Qin Jiaran was startled by his approaching hand and quickly dodged to the side.
He frowned slightly, moved himself, and pulled her over to sit on his lap.
Qin Jiaran was held around the waist by him, unable to move, let alone leave.
Zhou Ronghao lowered his head, "Jiaran, I'm not in a good mood today. Come, drink with me."
